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Do you have siblings? Are you the oldest, youngest or inbetween? Maybe you're alone! What's that like?

I have one older sister, she's three years older than me. I love having an older sister who knows more than me. As a child I was allowed to do things at a younger age than my sister which is typical for the younger siblings. I always got blamed for everything though!

My sister has 2 children and is now pregnant with twins, so soon I'll be an aunt x 4! Very exciting.

What is your relationship to your sibling(s)? What was it like growing up? Share!

I am the eldest. I have a 21-year-old brother and a 13-year-old sister. I agree, the youngest is allowed to do more things, I went to a pyjama party for the first time at 16. My sister did that in the 5th grade. I actually hoped I'd dodge the competition bullet with her being 10 years younger, but no. Also, I am very very jealous and selfish.

We don't share much, not the movie stereotype kind of relationship between siblings. We know little about each other, but sometimes I like making my sister little gifts. But then I get pissed when she doesn't appreciate them or stores them away, or never reads them. She has only recently put back on display the unicorn Little Pony I bought her in 2008 when I went to Brussels.

As kids, we hated each other. She used to wind me up constantly and hit me. I even have a scar just above my right eye where she dug her fingernail in, when I was about 3. I don't know why she was like this, as she was very much the favourite. Today, things are a lot more amicable, thank god.

I"m also the oldest. I have 1 younger brother 2 years younger than me. We were playing Mumbledepeg once, only we didn't have knives so we used an old exacto knife we found. Anyways, On the very first throw I launched the thing right into his foot.

I also have 2 other brothers that are 10 and 12 years younger than me, so it's weird to have one brother that has most of my generational memories and then these two others that basically grew up in the shitty 90's.

They are mostly why I quit working a few years ago. My dad was getting sick and we needed someone to help take care of him and my 2-year younger brother had a family of his own with 4 kids, so I knew he couldn't really up and be there at a moments notice. My one 10-year younger brother was just going off to college in Missouri so I wasn't going to try and get him to stay. And My 12-year younger brother is probably borderline autistic or something, he's 28 and still won't drive and he's pretty much a momma'boy and I know I'm going to also have to take care of him when we get even older, so he wasn't going to be any help in taking care of our dad. Thusly, I had to make the decision to quit.

I am the youngest of four. My mom was married three times, so of the four of us, only my brother and I share the same father.
My brother is a year my elder, one sister by four years, and the other by a decade.
I'm not very close with my sisters, and have semi-dwindling comedic interactions with my brother less than often.
My brother and I fought like crazy just like any two brothers would, but at times we got along for short intervals. I looked up to him when I was a kid but never told him because that wouldn't have been cool. Batman wouldn't have done it.
I've met my eldest sister only a handful of times, and she has three (now grown, and one with their own child, I believe) children whose names I don't know. I asked her about them a couple of years ago on Facebook, and she ignored the message. Perhaps it was a "day late, dollar short" type of thing.
I first met my other sister when I was about eight or so, after my parents jumped through legal hoops in order to get her out of foster care. She was really wild and intent on pestering me with the help of my brother. It probably didn't help the situation that I was a whiner on top of that. But there wasn't much I could do, except draw wieners on her New Kids on the Block posters when she was gone. Yeah, so being the youngest wasn't the greatest experience for me. I didn't get any free passes when they beat me up or terrorized me daily. But hey, it has built character. She has two kids of her own, which I've met a couple of times, and I actually know their names.

Yeah, I moved back in with them. I didn't want my mom to have to deal with all the stuff like driving him to the doctors or wherever. He was a huge man, probably pushing 450lbs at some points. So it was a whole to-do if he had to go anywhere.
Anyways, he died a little over a year ago, so now I'm kinda free but I went from feeling like the greatest unselfish guy in the world to Gregor Samsa from The Metamorphis. I think all my brothers look at me as some lazy bum that just quit working.

I have an older sister who's married with two stepkids and four kids of her own, including twins. She rushed off at 18 and got married and away from home quick. Her kids are great and hilarious, especially when they're all at one place at one time. I don't know how she does it.

My younger brother is very intelligent but some of the decisions he makes and his attitudes just baffle me. He does and says the dumbest things sometimes. For instance, he wanted to be a personal trainer and he's really good at it and he'd do a good job and have a career. An ex girlfriend paid for his certification stuff, $500, and he didn't go through with the OPEN BOOK TEST to get certified because it was too much work. The book is very thick. He frustrates me to no end, i really don't understand him sometimes.

So how do you support yourself? I'd never be able to make such a sacrifice, that's wonderful of you.

I took a little part time job at Target 5 years ago because my youngest brother worked there.

I started on like Nov 12 and then got stuck on Black Friday walking all across the parking lot returning carts for 8 hours. It blistered my feet something awful but because I was still new I stupidly kept walking on them. And it destroyed the nerves in them or something so now I have to swallow vicodans every few hours to not end up trying to saw my own feet off.

Anyways, I kept working till after my dad died and then I said "The hell with this. I don't want to work at Target." So I quit a job again, (which probably didn't help my position in the eyes of my brothers) and I've been relying on the kindness of my mother since. I basically live on about 7 bucks a day. which is enough for a pack of cigarettes and a coca cola. Which is really all I need to get by. It's a major suck situation but I've been doing it for long enough to really get a good sense of the value of material things.

About a week or so ago, when I thought I lost all my music and photos on my external hard drive I was surprised at how well I took it. 10 years ago I woulda been punching holes in walls and cursing and probably would have had to had the police called in to subdue me.

Yes. It's kind of a long story. Basically I was an only child for 18 years then my father had remarried and I had a brother. My stepmom was super protective of him and I could barely hold him or even take care of him. It was like this switch flipped off inside of her and it was very strange. Anyway as soon as I was able to finally get attached and form a bond with my little brother shit hit the fan, my dad was going through his second divorce, I was once again caught in the middle and I felt that it was best not to see my brother anymore. Years later I ran into my stepmom and I had dropped off a present a previous year and asked her if she had received it. She lied to me about it and wrote me a letter explaining that she lied about it and that simple lie alone infuriated me. I didn't want to deal with bullshit like that because I had to get my life in order and shit like that fucked with my head. I hate that I'm sacrificing my relationship with my brother because of other people involved but in a sense I feel like I'm protecting him this way and also safeguarding my sanity. There's way more to the whole story but you get the gist.

I am the oldest of three, as well as the oly male child.Wait, I also have one of those so called half siblings passed on to us from my fathers first marriage who is older than I am by a year. we don't really count her though. I am 32, my blood sisters are 30 and 28. We come from a lineage of manic depressives and borderline bi-polar folk.The sister just under me in the age bracket has been diagnosed with what doctors call a personality disorder (I'm not even remotely sure if that is a real thing or just a doctors way of hand down a presciptions to a possible pill junky..). She has checked herself in to a psych ward several times, which I am convinced is her way of obtaining more pills. In short, she is a total fucking head case of a pill popper and I don't have much to do with her. My youngest sibling lives 4 hours away and if not for her severe allergy to cats, would probably become the cliched "Cat Lady". As for myself, I'm merely your garden variety sociopath with a closeted addiction to pornography, an open addiction to discussion boards and a love/hate relationship with personal fitness.

To be honest, my sisters and I are all head cases to some degree and as a result hardly get along. My youngest sister and I get along beter now than we ever have, which i attribute to distance. i refuse to quote the old addage, but i will admit that distance has helped us to grow fond of one another. Conversations that can be had without actually being in the same room as the sibling you hardly get along with are a godsend as there is always the option to hang up or simply quit texting. As for the middle child, we simply do not talk. She does not care about herself, therefore I cannot care about her. I'll admit, it is weird to be apart of a family that has almost no connection to one another. But, at the same time, I lose zero sleep over it. I've accepted it for what it is and gone about my life.

If you had like fifty porns, how many would you watch, and how many would you keep in your closet?
^The official method of gauging porn addiction, and closet-ness of said addiction.

The beauty of the 21st century is that all my porn is readily accessible on my nifty little cellular device. this allows me to sneak off to the bathroom at work, or off to my truck at lunch and get my fix. i've had to install external sd cards to my phone to accomadate the amount of porn i download.

I don't know, leaving perfectly good porn in a closet just doesn't sound like much a commitment to your addiction.

Separately, to join the therapy session, I have one brother who is seven years older. While I have memories of being a kid and really looking up to him and being close, that ended a long time ago. Today it's fairly distant and the contact is rarely for reasons other than need.

In context of all the baggage that has damaged and twisted me over the years, don't think this makes any of the best of lists. It just is what it is.

I did like being the youngest of all of the extended family. Actually I liked it when I was like 12 because of all the attention I would get. As an adult being the "baby" is sorta annoying...

In this day and age, I really don't see how the porn industry is even still a thing.
I mean, I know there's always going to be a market for the stuff, and I can see why all the dolls and jellies and whatnot sell, but the movies and magazines? Who actually buys that stuff? It's all free on the internet.
That's how it should be decided, if you actually still pay for a porn magazine today, you have a porn addiction.

For the home I grew up in I am the oldest, I have a sister that is 17 months younger than me and a late brother who was 9 years younger than me.

My sister is currently not speaking to me and it breaks my heart. I can't fix what she won't say is wrong and she is one of the most important people in my life so it really hurts. I don't know what to do. I apologized for what I thought was wrong and it didn't change anything.

I also have, that I know of (there may be more) a brother who would be in his mid forties, two sisters the same age as me and a a brother who is a year or so younger than me, all of whom I have never met. Children by my absent father, all with different mothers.

Me and my brother always got along great. We spent most of our childhood hanging out with each other and didn't have a lot of friends. We played with toys and video games most of our lives, threw rocks at cars and houses, shoplifted, went to school together. We didn't grow apart until recently when i met Haley and my brother moved around a lot, including to Colorado and back. I even hung out with him a lot when he was married. We're good brothers.

I'm somewhat close to my sister. We were always close too, which she can't really say about my brother. They never really got along. I guess that's the best part of being a middle child, you're close to both siblings. I've always been the middle man in the family. Anyway, i've babysat for my sister numerous times and wrote to her pretty regularly when she was in prison.

Me and my sister have always been close, but since I moved away things have been changing. We have ups and downs, and I don't always understand why she does what she does. I wonder if she's (been) upset with me for leaving.

One 28 year old brother, one 25 year old sister, and along came the Third, myself, the accident, now at 23 (you can see why Ender's Game [the book] appealed to me right away). Love and hate both of them. Always will. One dropped me on my head when I was 11, and the other only psychologically tortured me for the vast majority of my childhood. It really isn't hard to guess which did which. I got stronger than my brother, so the physical torture stopped, and my sister's constant belittling of my intelligence and social ability drove me to be much smarter and much more savvy about people in general.

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